Ms. Billionaire meets Mr. Billionaire

III.

I give up. I seriously hate guys. I would rather die than be with a guy.

I thought and throw another vase on the wall. "I HATE YOU KYAN! I HATE YOU!!!!" I shouted and threw another vase.

I was about to get another vase to throw, but when my hand landed on the table, it was empty. I slowly sank on the corner and began crying. I can feel my face burning from the pain when I scratched my face. I need to cut my nails soon.

"Alice? are you here?" I heard someone slowly opening my door. "Yes I am here. What do you want?" I asked. I stood up and went the bathroom fix my makeup.

"What happened here Alice? The vases that I bought you. Dear god, what happened?" I heard the person which I am thinking is my mother. My mother is the one who bought me those vases. I don't know why, but she always says that I need them for the flowers that my lovers.

"I was packing them and they slipped." I answered. When I was finished fixing my face and went out to greet my mom, and there stood my dad beside her.

"Camilla, why don't you make some coffee and prepare those cookies you bought so that we all can taste it. Give Simon a call as well. I am wondering what that kid have been doing now days." dad said, mom nodded and left.

"Now princess, tell me what is wrong. Those 10 expensive vases you mother bought cant slip at the same time."dad said while tapping his lap.

I sat on my dads lap and hug him and cried.

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"This cookies are really good ma! Where did you bought this?" Simon asked while munching the cookies.

"Where is you manners Simon. Haven't I learned you not to talk while your mouth is full?" mom asked and gave Simon a back slap.

Me and dad just laughed and continue eating.

"Why did you guys suddenly payed a visit? Not to be rude though. I SERIOUSLY miss you both!" Simon asked and still munching the cookies. I just rolled my eyes and waited for my parents to answer.

"Me and you dad is planning travelling around the world, like back pack travelling. It has become boring in the mansion you bought us Alice. No offence, but without you both there, without your both loud voices, which I don't know where you bot got, it has become really silent. We tried fixing it with musics or small parties, but it didn't worked." mom said while rubbing fathers shoulder.

"I think that's a brilliant idea. Don't you Simon. That means Simon needs to find himself a place to stay at." I replied. "I will arrange the private plane and please use the old one so I can buy a new one." I added. As soon as I said Simon and his own place, he almost chocked.  

"Simon? His own place? You have to be kidding me. Do you know how many nannys who didn't wanted to clean his room? Too many to count!" my dad said while controlling his laughter. I couldn't stop my laughter either.

"I can handle my self. I am actually staying at one of my friends apartment. We agreed that I will be his roommate from now on." Simon answered and it all made us silent.

The three of us looked at Simon like he admitted that he is gay. None of Simon's friends wanted to be his roommate since the beginning of  college. I remember when mom would call me and tell me about dad paying extra money for Simon's university, because they needed to him to a different room.  

"If you guys don't believe me then I will have to invite him over now." he stated and all of us nodded at the same time. He rolled his eyes on us and went to the living room to call his "friend". 

"Do you believe him?" mom asked dad. "I don't know. I have talked to a lot of Simon's friend and they always complain about his mess. But let's not overreact, let us wait for his "friend"" dad did bunny ears when he said friends and it made me and mom laugh to death. 

"HEY! Don't talk behind my back now. He is coming in 10 minutes." Simon sat back and began eating and me and mom , oh and dad are still laughing.

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"So, have you guys decided which country to visit?" I asked mom. We are currently in the kitchen washing dishes, while dad and Simon are in the living room watching sports. 

"No we haven't really. We are thinking of travelling the cold places first, then we can hit the warm ones. Or maybe hot and cold. It might be a bad idea, but life is too short." mom replied while sitting on the counter drinking wine. She have always had this smile on her face that hides all her sorrows. I feel like something is not right. 

"What is really happening mom? Why all of the sudden the back pack travelling? Dad hates travelling, well except when he is with you." I asked while pouring myself some wine as well. 

My mom and dad is the ideal couple i have in my mind. They are like cats and dogs who always disagree at each other, but always ends up in an agreement. Whenever mom is mad at my dad, dad would always arrange something romantic for her. Who do I know this? Dad always asked me for help. Simon have a big mouth so we doesn't include him that much. 

"I fear that your dad's hearth is slowly giving up." mom said while swirling her wine. I can hear her small sobs. 

Dad have hearth problem since the day they met. The doctor once said that we couldn't have kids or cant live any longer than 25 years, but my mom never give up. She would shout at the doctors and threatens to  destroy them if they don't cure my father. The doctors are wrong, but this following years my dad's hearth is slowly getting weaker and weaker. My dad is against hearth transplant. He stated that he would not talk someones else hearth and use it to live. 

He admitted that he doesn't want to die, but  he said that every single person is like a clock. It ticks as long as it can and stops when it can't anymore. He also believes that Times is free, but it's priceless. You can't own it, but you can use it. You can't keep it, but you can spend it. Once you've lost it you can never get it back, so use it wisely. 

"I hate what your father believe into. I tried to convince him, but he wouldn't change his mind. I tried everything honey." she cries more. I sat my wine at the counter table and hug my mother. I can feel her fear of losing my father. "I am scared that one day I would wake up without it. I am scared that I can do something, but I can't" my mother whisper. 

"Me too mother. I am scared that I will receive a call from you or someone informing me that he have passed away." I replied. Trying to hold my tears from dropping. I need to be strong for my mother. I can't cry right now. "Dad is a strong cow mother. He is not going away yet. I will add extra money to your account to use and have the beat time in your trip, but right now we need to retouch our make-up." I said and dragged her to my bedroom.